"Hand him to you?" Lonemoon sneered. "And then let you all use him for another blood sacrifice? Which of you is going to ascend in cultivation this time?"
The people's faces changed instantly, and a bit of fear flashed across their eyes. Immediately they replied even more angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about!" Such matters can't be admitted to, of course. The murdering aura on that traveling immortal thickened even more. "Don't you heretical cultivator confuse the crowd with your evil words here!"
"Whether or not I'm confusing the crowd, you know best yourselves." According to their reaction, he knew that all of them knew about the blood sacrifice of Fatty. Thinking about that, his expression went even colder. "You use another's flesh and blood to increase cultivation and actually dare to call yourselves a decent sect. Ridiculous!"
